The Joker acted decisively, injecting the Titan Drug straight into his body.
Batman had no time to stop him.
Seeing the Joker inject the drug, he could only watch warily.
But what he expected never happened.
The so-called Titan Drug seemed like a fake. It had no effect at all.
No, it did have an effect.
"Ah!!"
The Joker cried out in pain.
Still dressed in his ridiculous suit, he was soon writhing in agony, rolling around on the floor.
"What's going on?"
Batman frowned.
The Old Professor was obviously working with the Joker, and he immediately explained, "The drug is incomplete. It won't give anyone strength—instead, it'll kill him!"
"Damn it, Batman, save him!"
Hearing that, Batman knew he'd been played.
He wanted to let the Joker die just like this.
So he said, "You think I care what happens to you?"
"No. I'll watch you die. Once you're dead, Gotham will be quiet."
At Batman's words, the Joker, who had still seemed confident, immediately panicked.
No one wanted to die, and the Joker was no exception.
If anything, he wanted to live more than ever.
After all, with Batman alive, he could keep 'competing' with him.
So the Joker cried out in terror, "Batman, Gotham will be lonely without me!"
Then, as if he'd sensed something, he groaned in agony. "I really am going to die, Batman! Don't let me die!"
Seeing how much pain the Joker was in, a trace of reluctance flashed in Batman's eyes.
The Joker, who was skilled in psychology, caught it.
Just as he'd thought—Batman couldn't bear to let him die.
Their game wasn't over yet!
The Joker relaxed a little. He'd injected himself so decisively precisely because he knew Batman couldn't bear to kill him.
"What do I need to do?"
Batman